[Violet]
Lucien didn't move. Not his lips, arms or body. He blinked at me, utterly still, as though his brain hadn't caught up to what was happening.
It was like kissing a statue. A warm, breathing statue.
I pulled back an inch, just enough to look into his eyes.
"You're supposed to close your eyes," I murmured.
Lucien blinked again. "Why?"
"Because..." I whispered, my hand sliding to the back of his thick neck, "That way, it feels more immersive."
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, but he obeyed.
This time, when I leaned in, he was pliant. His eyes fluttered shut, and though he didn't move at first, I felt his breathing grow uneven. My lips brushed his again—light, lingering—before my tongue slipped out.
And then... he kissed me back.
Tentatively, like someone exploring for the
